He sings of suffering. His eyes hold the pain of living in sorrow. The moment our gaze meets recognition flares within. We are tortured souls drifting in a sea of darkness. He knows I have secrets that I'll never tell. I am numb I am broken I am dirty I can never be the guiding light through the darkness he thinks I am. I have forsaken my past, I rely on keeping myself shut off. But he has secrets too, secrets that would destroy everything I have...